Poetry

Sick

Walking around this empty school

Nothing on my mind

Maybe its because of this medicine

That i dont feel fine

But i walk and walk

Ready to pass out at any time

Why did i come to school

Why didnt i just lie

My head is hurting

My stomach is turning

I feel drowsy

Crap

Its time to go

Escaping my thoughts

Maybe its time to i turned myself into the cops

Im not okay

My mind is made up

I wasnt made to feel this way

Maybe the therapist will help take

the pain away from this place

My sister yells at me

Saying she hates me

She is little

But big words get in the way of hurting me

She is pampered and spoiled

But she is way out of hand

She needs to learn the hard way why we

treat her the way we do

I stand as i stand

I cant be any nicer

And i cant do much at all

If she wont learn how to be nice

Then I'll just have to take the fall

-Masked C